Morbid Beauty

By Quietus

She lies on a glass table
Stab wound in her heart
Breathing subsided
Until everything stops
And her vacant eyes close

He finds her there
On that glass table
Stabbed in the chest
What a beauty
Is what he thinks
He kisses her cold lips
And replaces those
Vacant eyes
Ties her to a canvas
Decorates it with petals
Dripping like her blood
Art is here
Admire the dark
Cold
Numb
Forgotten
Adored

One mans junk

Is another mans

Treasure.

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Published on Monday, November 28, 2011. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Kind of inspired by "Sleeping Beauty" Yay for Disney princesses gone morbid!

Comments on "Morbid Beauty "

On Monday, November 28, 2011, TyrantAvDetForbannet (273) wrote:

nice inspiration for this! heh
On Monday, November 28, 2011, Quietus (75) wrote:

Haha, thank you! :)
On Monday, November 28, 2011, rosemaiden (180) wrote:

that is just beautiful.....
On Monday, November 28, 2011, Quietus (75) wrote:

Thank you :) my friend said that too.